Conspiracy
By Zanzer
They're all around Above, below, behind, ahead, around, under. They're surrounding me. They won't give me room to breathe. It's like they're trying to kill me slowly. These people with their nice suits, and flashy ties. They seem shady yet bright. Bright enough to kill me without a single touch. Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 11:57 AM PST 0 • 9
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"They're all around..."